A/N: This chap from the POV of a hospital security guard.
The boy talks when he visits.
He walks into the room, delivers the flowers, and sits. For hours.
Always the same chair, back to the camera. He tells her about their dance studio, how rehearsals are going great, but it's not the same without her.
He tells her about how much everyone misses her, about how he misses her.
He calls her Amanda.
Sometimes, when he can't think of anything else to say, he'll lean forwards and hold her hand.
Those are the moments when I hastily switch my view to a different screen. It seems to personal, to emotional, to intrude on.
He talks about his school, about how he's thinking about releasing the song they recorded. He tells her that the doctors are talking about experimental procedures, but they aren't sure about them.
Poor kid, comas are the hardest.
They say she might not ever wake up, but in the boy's face all I see is determination. He refuses to even think about that fact.
He'll whisper to her sometimes, things the monitors can't catch.
Mostly, though, he apologizes. Over and over again, he blames himself for her accident. He never mentions it by name, or describes what happened. I heard it was a car crash. If that's the case, there is nothing he could have done.
Everyday, he comes. With each visit I see the strain of her situation etched a little more clearly into his being.
She is broken, but he is breaking.
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Nomanda-Let Her Go
FanfictionBut you only need the light when it's burning low... Only miss the sun when it starts to snow... Only know you love her when you let her go... And Noah let her go. Or, Amanda gets into an accident and Noah blames himself.
